| LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village Franklin Bruno THIS TOWN IS ALL ONE FABRIC Dodecahedral statolatry, floating masonry, this architecture has twisted enough ankles. A Balthus in the Oval Office, incipient curatorial or critical storm ten miles out.. Three trespassers have hooked up the device that reads coffee grounds to predict a coming divorce from the chain of his dim obsession. The brain, where available, is a stopwatch. The gentry decamped for Paris or Budapest some carrying dead canaries, while passport photographers labored to clear the unswept subway tracks. He was very cautious, had to choose had in fact to be the equivalent of explicit. A stardom council denied the private existence of anything in the capital, sent him away to study Variety. Drawn at night to a generator at the edge of the floodlit mall, graceful six-note patterns signaled him to dance in a summer established by the shackles of a single misunderstanding, the aversion of the young to the harness. He pulled the black invitation out of his own pocket. Franklin Bruno Index |